Into a Belfast pub comes Paddy Murphy, looking like he'd just been run over by a train. His arm is in a sling, his nose is broken, his face is cut and bruised and he's walking with a limp. 'What
happened to you?' asks Sean, the bartender.
Jamie O'Conner and me had a fight,' says Paddy.
'That little shit, O'Conner,' says Sean, 'He couldn't do that to you, he must have had something in his hand.
''That he did,' says Paddy, 'a shovel is what he had, and a terrible lickin' he gave me with it.
''Well,' says Sean, 'you should have defended yourself, didn't you have something in your hand? ''That I did,' said Paddy. 'Mrs. O'Conner's breast, and a thing of beauty it was, but useless in a fight.
A drunk staggers into a Catholic Church, enters a confessional booth, sits down, but says nothing. The Priest coughs a few times to get his attention but the drunk continues to sit there. Finally, the
Priest pounds three times on the wall. The drunk mumbles, 'ain't no use knockin, there's no paper on this side either!